Fatal Red

A fairly reserved teenager, i pretty much didn’t date through most of highschool, until my last year, when a boy i liked told me my lips were “too fat”, and it was said not at all in a complimentary way.

2 little words uttered by thin anglo celtic ones which stayed with me for a long time. so much so i avoid color on my lips to draw less attention to their “fatness” and basically just use clear chapstick most of the time.

But there comes a time in a woman’s life,

trite as this may seem,

when she needs to find her perfect shade of RED!

a sanguine red that makes her feel like a lioness hunter after a kill.

a powerful red that without any words, much less even a pout, can spout her exact attitude.

not an orange based red that hints at party and fun..

not a pink based red that is floral or overly flirty..

a pure red… that much like tribal warriors paint markings, summons her pure power.

Today i finally decided to find that red. I was ready! (full pun intended).
a Chanel red in feeling, but made by Maybelline, with the perfect name: Fatal Red

as i glide it on smoothly, to lips that seem to hunger for unmarked prey, I remember the thin lipped fool of a man that insulted my pucker.. if he were standing in front of me, fat lips red lined, , i’d raise my finger square in the centre, to fatally hush his stupidity.

without saying a single word, he would hear loud and clear, and read the red,

which pronounces:

‘Not Another Word’!

yes. this woman has found her power.

and in doing so, the words of all others, which would seek to disempower, have completely lost theirs.

I am a mother. A Bolivian woman living in Australia. Photographer/ documentary film maker, fighting against obstacles in my own path but also fighting in my own way to make this a more compassionate world.
I am passionate about family, music, film, France.
My identity is as a global citizen, lover of all things peaceful, beautiful, energising, interesting.